Creation happened when God spoke. God described Jesus by speech; He called Jesus, The Word. “God’s creative genius is in His speech.” -Tony Evans
I read a question, “Who is speaking out of your mouth?”
“When words are guided by lips of wisdom through a mind and heart that is led by the Holy Spirit of God…”
Another good question is, “Who are we listening to?
A friend of mine told another, “Talk to me like Emily does.” The same person my friend said that to then told me in a one-on-one conversation, “I know you’re the one who has been helping him along.” I wondered about the problem then, and I thanked God for my capacity to speak to my friend and his capacity to listen to my communication.
I thought about how some translations say honey is to the soul, quick energy. I remembered the Rock and Roll Half Marathon I ran in Las Vegas. I didn’t even see Vegas really, I was concentrating. I ran from my 9th mile through The Strip with a bum knee, but I was determined to make 13.1 miles under 3 hours; I did, and it was my fastest time. I am pretty good with long term goal achievement, and I know when I am approaching my limits. I packed Gu, quick energy gel. The chocolate milk at the finish line did me in. It was my first time to throw up in the halls of a hotel. I tried my hardest to hit the trash cans. I celebrated my finish in the bath tub.
My point is, I understand the power of salt, too, in gracious speech. Colossians 4:6
Someone told me sitting at my table eating a plate of food I cooked when I was trying to gather the energy to cook again, it is like I know how to combine flavors just right. I don’t exactly know how it was meant because Matt doesn’t like sweet vegetables either, but I knew how I received it. I think that was the first moment Matt related to him, too.
My last half marathon was an Illumination Half Marathon, and I purposely did not pack any Gu. Even still, though, I ended up celebrating the finish of that race in a bath tub. My bladder felt so cold it felt stinging hot and seized. I couldn’t decide if I needed to visit the emergency room, I have a high pain tolerance. I decided no, and I let the warm bath set in. I didn’t wear enough layers, afterall, it was only December.
Illumination was the last of three half marathons Hank trained with me to run. Each half marathon ended in misery and third times the charm for me.
Hank’s first 5k:
Hank ran a lot of miles beside me, and Hank was willing. I cannot tell to this day if Hank loves food or being leashed with us more; I like that about Hank.
PW was $100; I paid with my own allowance and chore money. I was told Dixie cost $1200. I was about to say how much Hank cost when someone guessed, “Free.” Close. He was a $25 shelter application fee.
Visiting Hank in the school kennels helped me hold on through the first semester of vet tech school; I graduated with my Associates in Veterinary Technology.
I made it through one semester of nursing school before I quit; I finished strong, though, because I knew I could take the knowledge with me if I learned it, and I learned it like I was going to graduate with it. Bj was a good nursing school friend; we helped each other hold on even before in the two pre-requisite semesters preceding our first formal semester. Bj has been awarded in the nursing profession; that’s the kind of friend she was, too. Bj was a former Australian who drove the most Australian car in America, in my opinion, a forest green Subaru Outback with the kind of tint on the windows that hints purple. Bj brought her car with her to America; I specifically asked her.
I am particularly good at finishing strong, even if I know it is just an increment. Telling the Nursing Director who was also my clinical rotations instructor I would be moving on was a joyful goodbye between us, she was sad to see the student she saw in me leave but she was happy for the teacher she knew children would receive.
Someone who met me at the water fountain in my high school freshman year told me in my thirties he knew me as someone who follows her heart.
Leaving nursing helped me meet the classroom of my dreams; the complete support of the parents made it a dream. When I moved out of my hometown, I gave classroom teaching a second year in a different city a try, and I quickly learned it was a bad mistake. A
I was asked if I was dog walking again. I answered, “No.” I explained I had a perfect dog walking experience; it had a distinct beginning created by Matt and an ending that drew nearer on its own. I explained dog walking was a good experience, and I wanted to remember it that way. She said, in her opinion, that was a good way to make the decision. She understood because she was there when I began and there when it ended. Her best friend who was there at the beginning and the end, too, exchanged lots of words on paper with me within those 2-and-some-months-years. I have never felt as known by a “stranger” than I felt by her. In my opinion, that strange feeling about a stranger is called Sister-in-Christ. She aptly nicknamed me all on her own “lil sis”, too.
How she knew me helped me concretely grasp the concept of how we make up the Body of Christ. Being outside in the real world can make that particular concept feel abstract.
Someone told me he has trouble with pride and he was working on humility. I responded with how I thought he was troubled. His response was energetic; he was excited by the notion I could think I knew him.
Just as someone told someone else to talk like I do, someone else told me I was not the one to communicate with. When I became blocked I still wrote into thin air with the respect I am someone who has something careful to say; I would like to call that bold action - prayer. At the time that person denounced me as someone worth communicating with, it was in the moment I practiced communicating Scripture towards a situation; it seems that action has a bad reputation in the real world. I understood the risk, Scripture has been spoken to me; it takes discernment. I wrote to the situation from Scripture anyway, and I know it did not come off easy. My intention with the Bible felt different than what I have received from anyone, I was giving a protective warning. In my opinion, the Truth I chose to communicate applies. He just put the Truth I had the moral courage to share then in his own words years later. He, the person doing all the listening and following defined her, the person doing all the talking, a bad influence. I respectfully refrained from making a big deal and telling him I told him so and graciously agreed with his conclusion. Who is the bad influence in the Bible’s Story of Creation? A talking snake. The snake did not communicate like St. Paul The Apostle wrote to the Corinthians. I would like to call the misfortune in his communication exchange - disobedience.
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